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Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC
Topic Started: January 24, 2010, 3:50 pm (46,584 Views)
elena
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Glad that James beat Greg. :bat Poor Alex,I hope she will be ok soon. :heart:
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Love you girls!
I really appreciate that, you take time to comment.
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XXII




(Alex's POV)



I felt something moving and opened my eyes, Meg was sleeping snuggled beside me. Why is she here? Wait, this isn't my bedroom, why am I here? James! I met James! I remember the party... I was planning to talk to him. What happened? All I remember is throwing darts in the garage... when... nothing...

Why can't I remember? Did I talk to him? I sat up and almost fell back down, crushed by an agonizing pounding in my head.

“Uuuuh.. my head...” I grunted and grabbed my temples, trying to stop the terrible pain

“How do you feel?” Meg's hands touched my forehead.

“Lost and in pain... why am I here... Meg, what happened?”

”Alex, what do you remember?”

“Darts...” I rubbed my forehead, flashes of memory filling my head, James' smiling face as he threw a dart...Wait... I did talk to him? What did I say?

“Nothing after that?” Meg pulled my hands away from my face.

A strong wave of nausea hit me, increasing with each hit of the unstoppable hammer in my head. I slid off the bed and stood up on my weak legs, in need to quickly make my way to the bathroom. Meg followed me, holding onto my arm.

“Alex... something happened... at the party.” She started, looking into my eyes. “Greg put drugs in your drink...”

“Drugs?! Why?”

I turned and the room spun around, making me lose my balance. Meg helped me to regain it but another tidal wave of sickness rushed me to the restroom and I dropped to my knees, bending over the toilet. Meg hurried to my side, pulling my hair away from my face just in time, my stomach turned and I convulse with sickness. After my stomach finally stopped churning, Meg helped me to wash my face.

“Meg... tell me everything...”

She brushed my hair and handed me my toothbrush.

“I'll tell you what I know...” She sat on the counter.

I listened to her story, getting more terrified with every word. When she finished I felt absolutely horrible. I jumped James when I was on drugs... Great, he must think I'm a druggy and a whore. James and Kirk stayed over till I woke up... the first time. I had no memory of that either. They helped Meg to get me to the restroom and... I was sick... in front of James. This is so embarrassing...

“Meg... I'm so sorry!”

“For what?” She hugged me.”It wasn't you're fault! I'm just glad you're okay.”

“I feel so ashamed... I ruined your birthday... and your time with Kirk... I ruined everything...” I whisper to her, dropping my head, feeling awful. And I ruined my chance with James.

“You didn't do anything wrong! That dick Greg did.” Her eyes turned cold as she spat out his name.

“Oh Meg.....”

“Why do you have to always look on the dark side? I think everything was just as it was meant to be. Look on the bright side!” She smiled at me.

“What bright side?” I looked up.

“Look... I'm glad it happened that way, not the part that someone drugged you, but all that came out of it. Remember, everything that happens is for the best.”

“Like what?” I sobbed.

“Well, first of all, I didn't sleep with Kirk. God knows what he would've thought of me if I did. Second, for you, we know that James likes you.”

“You mean doesn't like... he couldn't even... when I was... he didn't... that means...”

Meg stopped me.

“That means he likes you, not just wants to fuck you. There is a difference. James didn't take advantage of your state and stopped you, God knows how hard that must've been for him. I mean he's a guy, and when a girl... well, lets just say he could've just taken what you offered, and he didn't. That means he has morals. ” She stopped for a second to wipe a tear off my face, then continued.

“Overall, we know they're not just fame-struck rockstars. They're really good guys.”

“I hope it works out for you and Kirk...”

“And you and James.” She pinched me on the cheek.

“That's if he ever wants to see me after all this.. and if I ever get over the embarrassment and bring myself to face him...”

“You will, or I'll go all evil on your ass.” She laughed. “I'm meeting them today to sign the contract, I'll try to find out more.”

After a shower and breakfast, or lunch, I should say, since it was way past noon, Meg left for her meeting and I sat down at the kitchen table and tried to collect my thoughts. It was a lot to figure out, a lot happened in a short few hours last night.

Look on the bright side, she said... easy for her, she has no idea that it wasn't just drugs. I don't remember it at all, but I'm sure part of me wanted him so much that I couldn't stop myself. And now he thinks I'm a whore... Plus, I'm sure I blabbered out something about our past. So he thinks I'm a crazy whore. Oh Gods, I wish I could remember what I said. If I said anything... Why does it have to be so complicated?

Even if I didn't say anything, what now? I couldn't just walk up to him and say, hey, you know I lived over a thousand years ago and fell in love with your double. It may have been your grand, grand, grand, grand.... oh, so many grands in front of the father. Shit, this is sick, he'll be disgusted. Fuck! He's not the same James, he looks like him and sounds like him... exactly like him, but he was born in this world, he's not him.

What if I just tell him that I love him and don't talk about our time in the past? No... he'll just think I'm a fangirl, stalker type. Fuuuuuck!

Okay...counting that he's not completely repulsed by all I did yesterday and ever wanted to see me again, I just have to take it slow, hide my feelings and hope to Gods he'll like me and maybe, sooner or later, he'll fall for me. How long would it take? How hard would it be? Would he fall in love with me? Oh... so many questions.


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Alex worries too much about James when she should be worrying about her health. She's not okey yet.
James thinks she's hot... that's for sure. :wink
Thanks for update, Olya.
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Daaaawww she needs to calm down and work on herself.
She's got James interested in her so she can relax on that count.
Soon enough, Alex, soon enough...
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^^^ Hehehe...But she doesn't know that. :biggrin
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Poor Alex worried about what James thinks rather than about herself. :(
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Thank you! :horns:
Poor Alex. :( She doesn't know how much James likes her.But he has to show her that. :heart:
More?! :biggrin :heart:
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Alex should calm down and stop thinking complicated stuff.
It'll be alright !!!! We talkin bout reciprocal love, whether it's multi-temporal or not !

I loved these 3 last updates, so so much... :heart: :heart:
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I'm so glad that my friends, not mentioning names, made me post my scrabbles.

Thank you girls!

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XXIII




(Kirk's POV)



I got to the studio before anyone else, partially because I couldn't wait to go to the contract signing and see Meg again, and partially because I just didn't know what to do with myself at home. I waited the rest of the night for a call from her. She promised to call if Alex didn't feel better and she needed my help to take her to the hospital.

James arrived a few minutes after me and I read a silent question in his eyes.

“Nope, she didn't call, so I guess everything is okay with Alex.”

“Good.” He picked up his guitar and started to mess with his amp. I need to ask him the questions that had been running in my head all day long. Questions that James wouldn't want to answer. It's not like we never talked about girls before, just not in this way.

Usually, it was about what girl James wanted to fuck first and the ones he didn't mind sharing. This time it was different, this time it was about feelings and I knew that wasn't his cup of beer. He avoided talks like that, he thought it wasn't something guys should ever talk about. I really hoped he wouldn't kill me.

“James... I need to know something...” Here it goes, I wonder how soon he'll call me a fucking pussy and tell me to fuck off.

“What?” He turned to me and I noticed that he looked a bit tired. Did he have a sleepless night too?

“You know I like Meg.. and... well, I think you like Alex...” I started looking at anything but his eyes.

“Was it that obvious?”

I looked at him with surprise. He didn't deny it, that was not the James I knew.

“I like her... in a serious way... you know... a girlfriend kind of way... not the want-to-fuck-her way...” I kept my eyes on his, trying to read his reaction.

“I got that, Quirk.” He smiled at me.

“I need to know... in what way you like Alex... and I need to know... how did you end up with her in the bedroom and...” God, I can't even bring myself to ask him straight what I wanted to know. How hard was it to ask? “Did you fuck her when she was... you know... under influence?”

He smirked at me and rolled his eyes. “The same way... I brought her to the bedroom when she passed out... and no, I didn't. Does that answer all your fucking questions?”

“James, I just... I don't want anyone to fuck this up for me.. you know... Lars with his fucking mouth... and God knows what Jason ended up doing with Melody...”

“Relax Hamster, she thinks you're a great guy and she'll like you back.”

Before I could answer that I knew for the fact that Alex liked him, the door into the studio flew open and Lars dragged his feet inside. He barely mumbled a 'hi' and dropped onto the couch, looking like shit.

“Hi princess, had a rough night?” James chuckled.

“Fock off! That focking nympho... my dick is all blue... everything focking hurts.” He rubbed his hands on his crotch.

“So you finally found a girl who can out fuck you?” James laughed.

“I can't focking believe it was just one chick, I feel like I focked the whole bus by myself. The things she did for me, to me.. fock...”

“So you're satisfied for a few days, then.” I sat on the couch by Lars and he fell to my side, a wide smile growing on his face.

“Going back to her place after we sign the focking contract, want to join me? She wouldn't mind.”

“No thanks... I have other plans...”

Lars thew his feet over the couch side and turned to James.”How about you? I'm telling you, the best focking blowjob in history!”

“Pass, you know I don't fucking like leftovers.”

“Your loss.”

Jason walked in and Lars' attention turned to next victim.”Jason, do you focking have plans too?”

“Hey guys! I do, why?”

“Lars is soliciting his new friend, he's afraid he can't handle her all by himself for one more night.” James smirked.

“Fock you! I sure can, just wanted to share the joy, but if you're all focking dicks, I'll just keep her all to myself.”

“So, Newkid, did you help Melody get home?” James sipped on his beer and smiled.

“Eventually...” Jason tried to hide a catty smile.

“Fock! Newkid topped her, was she good?”

“Fuck off Lars, a gentlemen never fucks and tells.” Jason laughed.

“And you just proved you're not one!”

“I didn't say I fucked her, all I said was that she got home eventually.”

“And your face completed the sentence.”

“So me and Jason scored, how about you two?” Lars pulled his shirt off, showing off multiple hickeys all over his body. Fuck! Did she try to eat him? Not hearing anyone answer his question, Lars turned to us. “So? Did you?”

“Kind of hard to do it when one is out and other is busy trying to help her.” James looked straight into my eyes with a 'talk-and-you're-dead' kind of look.



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Awwww James and Kirk are too cute.
All shy talking about girls.
We know you like them boys now, have at it!
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Aww! I love their little convo about the ladies they like! Too cute! Except for Lars... he's just, well, perverted... :biggrin
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Lars certainly is straightforward and blunt. :D :rolleyes:

I like how Jase is gentlemanly enough not to 'fuck and tell.' :P
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Oh my... Lars. :lol:
Jason was a gentleman, for sure. :D :tu:
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Lars is a dork. :lol: James and Kirk are lovely. :heart:
More,please! :horns2
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More! Sorry it's a short one.

Thanks for your comments!
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(James' POV)




I was turning and tossing in my bed for the last two hours. I just couldn't get this girl out of my mind. Why? She was the one I always dreamed about, the perfect one... And she hates musicians... fucking awesome. Mission impossible. I turned onto my back and pushed the pillow with my fist, tucking it under my head.

The image of Alex from Meg's picture floated in my head and I closed my eyes. Her face propped on her forearms... I felt the skin on my stomach tingling. God I wanted that. The picture changed and I saw her in my arms... her smiling lips whispering my name. A shiver shook my body and I smiled, remembering her amazing eyes.

My mind started to play out the car scene, her lips... her willing body... my hands on her bare skin... Oh... I pushed covers aside, suddenly feeling hot. I could've just take her... she wanted me... no it was the drugs in her blood that wanted me. Fuck... I almost... if she wouldn't have said those words I would've... no... I did try to stop her before that. Maybe I shouldn't have...

I got up and walked to an open window, grabbing a pack of cigarettes. A year or two ago, I would've take her and not even had a guilty consciousness after. Just play it as it goes, take what's offered, no remorse, no regrets, living day by day, enjoying life in the moment. What was different now?

I looked at the lonely light pole outside of my window, it barely highlighted the ground underneath. Just standing there, covered in countless half torn paper ads, which flapped helplessly in the morning breeze. Used, useless in the gray air of the morning light, all alone and sad. Waiting for the darkness to shine for a few hours only to be forgotten at the break of daylight.

That's what changed! I'm sick and tired of being alone, I'm tired of waking up with someone I don't even fucking know. Binge drinking, never-ending parties, mindless fucking, countless faceless, nameless women, ready to drop on their knees and let me do anything I want. No feelings, no ties, nothing, just sex. Wake up and drink again to chase the hangover, repeating the previous day.

Sure I had friends, I had my band, but suddenly it wasn't enough. I wanted to love and be loved. I want someone close to my heart, someone to comeback to after long exhausting tours. Someone who waits for me at home. I wanted that and I wanted her to be that someone. I wanted to love her, to wake up and see her smile, I wanted to be with her. And she hates my way of life... Fuck!

I wish I knew what she thought of me. Did she think of me at all? The meeting with Meg to sign the contract a few days ago didn't clear up anything, her father was there the entire time and we avoided the topic of party and what had happened. Kirk managed to talk to Meg very shortly and all I got from him was that Alex was fine but very embarrassed by the whole thing.

Easy for Kirk, he knows that photo shoot with Meg is scheduled a week from now and he'll see his crush. And then Meg would join us on our tour after the album released in autumn, and he'd get all the time he wanted with her. What was I supposed to do? Wait? For what? Or, I could grow some fucking balls and try to talk to Alex. Just ask her out, get rejected and put an end to all this madness.



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